Jack grabbed his cell and slowed the car down as he scrolled through his phone book until he found her number. He pressed the green 'call' button before flipping the mode onto loud speaker. As the call began to ring he sped up again as he headed towards the house.
Casey spied her phone on the desk as it started to vibrate and move against the pine furniture. She sighed as she moved over to get it, running a hand through her tangled hair. She was tired but she couldn't get back to sleep. It was early morning but she was too angry and upset to go see if her mother was up, or if Mark had returned.
She saw Jacks name on the flashing screen and sighed before tossing the object onto her bed. She watched as it sank into the sheets with grim satisfaction - he had upset her with his attitude on the phone the previous night and was currently the last person she felt like speaking to.
Jack herd his nieces voice as her voicemail played out, he left a brief message before hanging up and pressing the redial button, determined to speak to her. As Casey played the message he had left back she felt her eyes fill with tears - why had he been so cold to her last night?
She deleted the message before opening her fist up, revealing the screwed up paper that had been hastily torn from her own notepad. She unfolded the crumpled paper and re-read her uncles note as she felt her insides squirm and tense up. He had been so desperate to see her, but then just hours later he had basically told her she had to deal with it on her own. What was up with him?
She listened as her cell rang out a second time before dropping the paper into the overflowing bin in the corner of her room. She groaned with frustration as her cell lit up again - this time a text highlighted her screen. She read the brief message through before running over to her window. Ducking low she looked through the almost closed blinds covering the glass. It was still dark out, she squinted as she looked up and down the street, before knocking the blinds slightly as she saw his car, the big black SUV, parked up outside next doors house.
She watched it a moment longer before moving away slightly, though her eyes were still fixed on the vehicle. He couldn't see her, she knew, and as she deleted the text she decided that was the way it would stay - she would leave him to his thoughts as he had to hers when she needed him.
She moved away completely and threw herself onto the bed as tears filled her eyes yet again. Why couldn't she think straight? Her head was a mess. Was she being childish to ignore Jack? She knew how worried he would be, especially with yesterdays incident and his own history… somehow that made her more determined to ignore him, even though she was mad with herself for thinking in such a way.
She sighed as her phone vibrated again in her hand and resisted the urge to toss it out of the window. As she assumed, it was Jack, his message was shorter than any other, it simply said, "I'm sorry for last night." She smiled as she read it through again, before she saved it to her inbox.
Turning her phone off she grabbed a band and tied her hair back before going back to her spot in the window and opening the blinds fully in the hopes that Jack would see and wait around for her to come down. She fumbled with the blinds before jumping into her sneakers. Before she dashed out of her room she stole a quick glance out of her windows and firstly noticed that it was already getting light out. Then she frowned as she saw that Jack's SUV was no longer parked by the pavement, in fact it wasn't there at all - he had already left.
Casey kicked her shoes of in frustration before throwing one against the window as she began to cry. She looked around her room as she sobbed in frustration. Climbing back into the unmade bed she pulled the cover over her head to hide the noise of her tears from her mother. Why couldn't things ever work out right?
Jack frowned as he steered the car, occasionally glancing down at his cell. No reply from Casey, he tried to tell himself she didn't have her phone on her, but deep down he was sure she was ignoring him, and as much as it hurt, he knew he deserved it.
As he slowed for a red light Jacks heart jumped as his cell rang. He snatched it up from its holder on the dash before realising it wasn't that phone. After a seconds hesitation he remembered the phone the Wilkes brothers had given him. He fumbled through his pocket before flipping it open and casually answering it.
"We need to meet now," one of the two said, Jack didn't know which of he brothers it was. "Go back to the warehouse we showed you yesterday."
Jack paused a moment almost considering the task, before breaking out of his reverie and replying, "I'll be there in ten."
He snapped the phone shut not waiting for a response, before slowing his car to perform a U-turn. Now headed in the right direction Jack willed all thoughts of Casey and Carol to stay out of his mind, he couldn't afford to slip up this late in the game.